Tuesday 27 February 2018

Poem: 'The New Moral Gospel Of The Fall'



THE NEW MORAL 
GOSPEL OF THE FALL 


she plucks the rosy red apple from the forbidden tree
holds it out for me, I say I prefer Golden Delicious
why not eat it yourself? she says I only eat apples
when the skin’s shaved away, it’s cut into
neat segments with pips and core removed,
and lightly sprinkled with demerara,
I know it’s organic and locally-sourced
but there may be bugs or maggoty-worms,
reasonable hygiene precautions make sense…
and the Satan-Snake says sod this
I’m giving the apple to the orangutans…
things have never been quite the same since


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